The weekend before last, I hiked the combined Low Gap and Three Lakes trails, and somewhere along the northern section of Three Lakes, I dropped a glove. My poor glove. I couldn’t sleep, thinking about it laying out there all alone in the dark, with the coyotes yipping and the owls hooting.
Not really, but I did drop some big bills on them, so this week I decided to backtrack the trail section after work until I found my poor orphan. Enjoy the vid.